Should I Go?**Charles's POV*

I had just finished signing the contract when my phone rang.

The moment I saw Grandpa's name on the caller ID, I didn't want to answer.

Yesterday, I had already obediently married that strange woman—what more did Grandpa want from me?

Our family, purebred werewolves who had always held bloodline supremacy above all else, yet Grandpa had made me marry an ordinary woman.

He even wanted me to permanently mark her—it was absurd.

How could we werewolves possibly take a fancy to an ordinary human girl?

That kind of fragile, scheming woman wasn't worthy of being my wife.

I stared irritably at the phone screen. At this moment, the call was nothing but grating noise to me.

Fortunately, the phone finally stopped ringing, and I could continue peacefully handling the work at hand.

Assistant Faye came running in, holding out his phone mid-call to me.

"A call from Old William, sir."

I merely glanced up at the phone and nodded casually. "Put it on speaker."

Faye switched to speakerphone, and Old William's stern voice came through from the other end. "Why aren't you answering my calls?"

The pen in my hand made scratching sounds against the paper, but I had no intention of responding.

However, there was already silence on the other end. We remained in this standoff, neither of us speaking.

Just as I thought the call had been disconnected and was about to have my assistant leave, a faint sigh came from the other end of the line. "Daisy's grandfather has passed away. I've already spoken with her on the phone. I'm on my way to the chapel to pay respects now."

I snorted coldly, my tone carrying a hint of chill. "If you want to go, then go. Her affairs have nothing to do."

Grandpa's serious voice came from the other end. "Regardless of what you think, you are her husband, and you should go."

I laughed coldly. "Although legally we're recognized as family, I... have never acknowledged it."

The other end roared back, "Charles! Daisy is your wife!"

I retorted just as mercilessly, "She is not! If you want to go, go yourself. I won't be going."

I didn't give him another chance to speak and hung up directly. "Get out."

The assistant stood respectfully to the side. "Sir, Old William said that if you don't go, he'll have me follow you until you're willing to go."

I glanced at him coldly, a trace of deep blue light flashing in my eyes. "What do you mean by that?"

He was immediately intimidated by me, lowering his head and retreating to the side. "I wouldn't dare, but I also dare not disobey the leader's orders."

I stared at Faye, who was already frightened nearly to the point of kneeling. He had been by my side since childhood—I knew his character well enough.

My pupils gradually returned to their normal color. When I spoke again, my tone carried a hint of melancholy. "Is he ordering me as the leader, or speaking to me as my grandfather?"

Faye stole several glances at me before finally speaking slowly. "Old William, sir, was naturally speaking to you in his capacity as your grandfather."

I stood up silently and looked out the office window at the scenery beyond.

When had Grandpa and I become so distant?

So estranged that I had even begun to speculate whether his words to me were orders given in his capacity as leader.

All these changes seemed to have started from when I was announced as the family heir.

Sometimes I even wondered whether becoming the heir to the wolf clan was good or bad.

Other wolves could freely choose their lifelong beloved partners, but I couldn't even choose my own wife.

"Faye, do you think I should go?"

This time Faye didn't remain silent. "You should go, sir. We wolves value propriety above all else. Regardless of whether Miss Daisy is your wife, as a matter of basic courtesy, you should at least pay your respects to the deceased one final time."

I contemplated for a moment—he was right. As the future heir of the wolf clan, I couldn't be too willful about certain matters.

Moreover, that old gentleman had once saved Grandpa's life.

"Let's go. We'll head over now."

Even if it was just to observe from a distance, it would fulfill our wolf clan's sense of propriety. The debt of saving a life superseded all other matters.

Our car had just reached the vicinity of the church when both Faye and I spotted Grandpa's car.

Faye glanced at me through the rearview mirror. "Sir, your grandfather's car just passed by. Should we follow now?"

I shook my head. "Find a place to park first."

I didn't have Faye park nearby, but rather in a more distant location, because I didn't want Grandpa to see that I had come.

I wasn't here for him, nor for that woman, but for the old man who had once saved Grandpa's life. He was worthy of respect.

Faye opened the car door for me and asked respectfully. "Sir, do you need me to accompany you?"

I shook my head lightly. "Wait here. I'll just take a look and come back."

Faye, however, felt this approach was still somewhat perfunctory. "Sir, on the path from here to the church, there's a flower shop. If you brought flowers, it would show more sincerity."

I frowned. "You're talking rather a lot today."

Faye immediately fell silent and made a gesture for me to proceed. I got out of the car and walked the short distance very slowly.

I didn't want to go, didn't want to see Grandpa or that woman.

But it was inevitable. I walked slowly to the flower shop, the bright flowers displaying their vivid colors. My steps, which had been about to pass directly by, finally stopped.

When I emerged again, I was already holding a bouquet of chrysanthemums.

No matter how slowly I walked, this road would eventually reach its destination.

Carrying the flowers in my hand, I entered the empty chapel. The hour was already late—perhaps I had arrived too early for the vigil, but that woman wasn't even here keeping watch by her grandfather's side. What a hypocritical and unfeeling woman!

The only people present were the chapel pastor and a few staff members making arrangements.

I really didn't know what point about that woman Grandpa had taken a liking to.

I carefully observed the surroundings, and after confirming that truly no one else had arrived yet, I personally stepped forward to present the flowers in my hand.

The pastor returned my gesture with a smile. I nodded lightly as well. Having done everything that needed to be done, I knew I should leave.

However, just as I was about to turn and depart, two figures appeared at the church entrance.

The familiar sound of a cane striking the ground, the footsteps drawing closer and closer—I immediately turned and left, finding a quiet and concealed position on the second floor.

Meanwhile, the two people had already reached the pastor's side. I saw Grandpa affectionately patting the back of her hand.

She also very obediently held onto Grandpa's arm, looking as if the two of them were the true family members.

A trace of blue light flashed through my pupils again, and Grandpa immediately turned his head to look in my direction.

My heartbeat stopped for an instant. Was I about to be discovered?